Bryan Norton Poet Rhyme

Your Lips

YOUR lips are the dells of the wells that I drink
The pink in the blues of the bells in my sink
The sweet summer smells in the fragrance of rose
That rise in the swells of the scents in my nose

Taken from:  Thru Maritime Miles 7- A Pirate's Plea
Submitted to:  Rithimus Divisa 10 Poetry Contest
Submitted on:  October 12, 2020

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Andrea Dietrich October 16, 2020 at 8:24 PM this has some pretty lines, Bryan. Where have you been ? Have not seen you lately.

Darlene De Beaulieu October 13, 2020 at 10:58 AM Hello Bryan Norton, ah, so romantic. Enjoyed. Enjoy your day my friend.